" Before you were born, the year ninety-two, lost what was precious, and that what was new. The blink of an eye, the beat of a heart, Out went the candle, and guilt was my part. A king and his knight went hunting a boar, A rat and his friends were hunting for love. Together they fought, till one was alive. The knight sadly wept, no king had survived. The answers to riddles, to secrets and more, Are found in the middle of legends and love. Seek out the answer, and learn if you can The face of regret, the life of a man. "